My daughter is writing 30,000 words for National Novel Writing Month, and I am not.
I am proofreading her bat mitzvah invitation and walking the dog and editing student essays and making sure we have enough bananas. Continue reading
NaNoWriMo
Magic
My daughter did a magic trick. She sawed the beautiful lady in half right before my eyes – except she did it with words, with her remarkable story about September 11 and New York, with people flying within reach of the Twin Towers and kissing beneath street lamps and flowers falling from the sky. Continue reading
Writing It Down 